along the Queset

I'm a little sentimental right now, sitting here thinking about my folks who have been gone for many years now and wishing I could sit down with the family at the kitchen table and laugh about some of the stupid stuff we did as kids. Many of those things that I hold dear in my heart came with a price - sometimes easy in the way of laughter, and sometimes hard in the way of tears, but all of them - priceless.

But for the most part, life along the Queset was so much easier. Growing up wasn't nearly as hard as it is today and while we were pretty much on the poor side of things, I wouldn't change it. In fact, I wish I could take a day and go back - take the time to show my own kiddo the places I walked and played. She can never see it with my eyes, and it will never mean to her, what it means to me. She will never know what it was like to grow up in the 60s and 70s. In some ways that's good, but it's sad that so much of what was good and simple, rests only in the past.

So slow down, and don't keep living for tomorrow. Take a long look at what is today because you will never get it back.